Pickin' Friends

My uncle roy he owns a grocery store
It's a kinda place with a pickle barrel sittin' by the door
The old folks gather there to shoot the breeze
Well it's a fix-it shop, coffee stop, a doggone what you please
Late at night you might want stay in town
That's when my pickin' friends come around

There's a mason jar filled with ol'e moonshine
And the latest batch they're passing around tastes like high grade turpentine
And a real good time the best that can be found
Is when my pickin' friends come around

And ol'e blue well he's a barking up a tree
And the neighbor boy done up and skinned his knee
In the happiest place on earth that I have found
When my pickin' friends come around

Well the moon is high and it's best we move along
But not before we sing just a one more song
At the happiest place on earth that I have found
When my pickin' friends come around
When my pickin' friends come around



Credits
Writer(s): Lance Cosgrove
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